‘Outside deer are nowhere to be seen and inside / the radio spectrum fills up with sorrowful little packets of data.’
It is the coldest noon in twenty years.
Outside deer are nowhere to be seen and inside
the radio spectrum fills up with sorrowful little packets of data.
Wasn’t there a hart at the window yesterday, he thinks,
weren’t there huge antlers.
What is there to be said of the unanswerable
phone ringing…
Sign in to Granta.com.
‘The anglophone world, we have to infer, has run out of words for its own feelings.’
Daisy Hildyard on the wisdom of scarecrows.
‘What is the read receipt for?’
Lillian Fishman on texting, power and the ethics of leaving a friend on read.
‘Like pretty much everyone who uses the internet, I have seen many terrible things that I did not search for and that I cannot unsee.’
Rosanna McLaughlin on what the internet thinks she wants.
‘I have a pathological addiction to the internet, which I indulge with the excuse of making art. It rarely translates to anything good and mostly leaves me overstimulated and afraid.’
Paul Dalla Rosa on excess and the internet.
‘rumors of bees on speedwell, / no oxidative stress just / effortless pollination’
Two poems by Sylvia Legris.
